how i hate that cooing pigeon

My vices and my faults are legion how I hate that cooing pigeon pooping right outside my door i cannot sleep for death entices promises to end my vices silencing my painful snore and yet in vain I blindly struggle beneath black blankets darkly snuggle deny my essence to the core within life's book the battle rages against the truth of yellowed pages scattered on the bedroom floor she isn't here and never was her memory a flaming buzz is it the flame that I adore scorched within and vilified by endless nights wherein I've died as pigeons cooed outside my door the shadow of the swinging loop the smell of two day old bird poop it thus will end I'll bear no more and yet I hesitate in fear that she may somehow draw me near engulf me in her flaming core erase the pain of passion's past share with me one last repast a love, both lovers, so abhor am I but fodder for her soul consumed somehow yet still left whole by a love we both deplore John G. Lawless ©11/27/2023